Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I have no idea if the novel I'm writing for NaNoWriMo is going anywhere or not but I decided to throw out some random bits as story prompts.

Grelvain placed the manifestation rod in the center of the circle of incense sticks. He lit the incense in the prescribed order. This was an old spirit so he had used eleven sticks.

In a chamber, deep in the abandoned Harijang Temple, the spirit medium and scholar waited. Ritual candles flickered beside Miori, their light frosting into prominence grotesque eyes, noses and mouths of the sculpted gods watching them from the far corners of the large chamber.

Lady Trees stopped before a door at the end of a long hall where a servant waited. His Grandaunt took jangling keys from a pocket of her embroidered robe and inserted one into the lock. She held the door open for him and he entered. "This is what family means," she said behind him and closed the door. The lock clicked.

"Looks like at least one of the Seven Hells has officially frozen over," Teah said with a laugh, as she turned and found her little brother standing in the doorway of her father's storefront business.